Liam leaned back slightly on the stool, his fingers resting loosely around the glass while his eyes stayed on the bartender. He didn't rush her, didn't push, he just watched the way she moved, the confidence in her steps, the way she leaned forward just a little too much when serving people, like she knew exactly what she was doing and enjoyed every second of it. The white shirt clung to her skin, sheer enough that it left very little to imagination, and under the dim lights of the club it only made things worse in the best way possible.
She noticed his eyes again, of course she did, and this time she didn't pretend otherwise. A slow smile spread across her lips as she leaned one hand on the counter, bending slightly toward him, just enough to close the distance.
"You keep looking like that," she said softly, her voice smooth, almost teasing, "and I might start charging you for it."
